All Chapters of Sorry, We're Divorced: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

This place was a melting pot for people from all walks of life. Even though it was way past midnight, the street food stalls were still bustling with activity. There were shirtless men drinking and grilling skewers, as well as groups of women getting together after their late-night shifts.Yvette plopped down in a chair, looking nothing like a young lady from a wealthy family. "We're ready to order, ma'am!" John had never been to a place like this before. Born into an affluent family, his life had always followed a strict, well-defined routine. This was his first time here, yet he didn't show any signs of disdain. He sat across from Yvette and looked at the menu with a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. "I've seen these food trucks, but I've never tried them. Thanks to you guys, I can finally give them a shot today."John had eaten an in-flight meal for dinner, which was notoriously known for being bad. He hadn't eaten much, so he was quite hungry at the moment. After ordering a f

"I've already asked Ella to send them a legal letter."Yvette stopped in her tracks.… For three consecutive days, Quentin stayed by Xyla's side, tending to her every need. He felt relieved after she calmed down. Then, he got ready to go find Noelle. He hadn't spent their first birthday together since they decided to start over. He figured she must've been very disappointed, especially since he had promised her. He glanced at the gift beside him and thought, "Surely, I could at least express my apologies with this extravagant gift that was worth more than a hundred million dollars!"He returned to the villa first, took a shower, changed into a brand-new suit, and headed straight to Noelle's studio. As soon as he left, Xyla used Ava's phone to send Noelle a message. she was well aware that if she had sent it from her own phone number, Noelle wouldn't read it. But Noelle hadn't saved Ava's phone number, so she would undoubtedly read it. Xyla: "My bad, Noelle. On the night of

Quentin made his way to Dennis' office. He plopped onto his leather couch and lamented, "Noelle won't forgive me. What should I do?"After listening to Quentin's account, Dennis looked at him helplessly. "Didn't she tell you what she wanted? All you have to do is turn back time to that night."Quentin was at a loss for words. Was he trying to annoy him on purpose? If he had the ability to turn back time, he wouldn't be here.Dennis exclaimed, "Oh, but I still can't believe you promised to spend her birthday with her and then went back on your word. Who else can you blame but yourself?"Also, just like you said, it was her first birthday after you guys decided to start over. In all these years, have you ever celebrated her birthday? I'm sure you've celebrated countless birthdays with Xyla but never with Mrs. Lowe, right?"Quentin frowned and remained silent."Honestly, I think you're screwed!" Dennis didn't mince words. Quentin was a shrewd businessman, who had zero emotional inte

Noticing the sarcasm in her expression, he frowned at her. "What do you mean?"Noelle responded, "I meant what I said." At this point, she had completely given up on him. She didn't even want to say another word to him. Xyla's tricks had always worked, not just because of her acting skills but because he'd enabled her. Just then, Xyla's attending physician came over and told Quentin, "Mrs. Lowe's test results from this morning are out, Mr. Lowe. Please come with me to pick them up later. Mrs. Lowe's condition is still very unstable. As her husband, you should spend more time with her."Quentin felt awkward and was about to correct the doctor when Noelle chuckled. Her eyes were brimming with sarcasm as she asked, "When did you marry another woman, Mr. Lowe?"His forehead creased. "Noelle, I—" However, she had already turned and walked away. In her haste, she ran into a cleaning cart, hitting her ribs. Then, she staggered. The pain made it hard for her to catch her breath. All tha

"I ran into the hospital's cleaning cart, but it's okay. I'll be fine after a short rest," Noelle said sheepishly. Yvette insisted on calling John, and she couldn't stop her, nor did she have the strength to do so.Overwhelmed by concern, John rushed forward to help her up. "Come on, I'll take you to the hospital!""I'm fine, really. I'm a medical student. I know what I'm doing!" That accident wouldn't have hurt her much; she was probably just emotionally strained."Then, let me call my family doctor over!" His usually gentle eyes were now clouded with worry because of her.Her eyes misted over. Why did the warmth she so desperately craved always come from someone other than Quentin? Why was he only capable of causing her heartache? "Okay…" she choked out. John immediately contacted his family physician. After hanging up, he turned to Noelle. "What happened?" He wondered why she would run into a cleaning cart."Did Quentin pick on you?" he inquired, noting her silence. He was